First Day of Spring
The first day of spring is a surprise,
The big plants were moved to the deck,
The gardenia bush is a riot,
Of buds waiting to spill their perfume.
The foliage of the geranium
Is crisp and thick and fine,
It has one lonely stem with one lonely bud,
But that is just divine.
Christmas cacti must straighten their heads,
They bent toward the door light all winter,
Hopefully they will live through the heat,
And be a bright spot for us next year.
The pear blossoms are gone, not the red buds,
A few crepe myrtles are showing their colors,
The yard has had its first cleanup,
Winter is gone - let the games begin!
For spring is all about hope,
Rebirh, renewal, looking forward,
Next week I'll buy some new plants,
Little babes separated from their mothers.
Like the tiny sparrows and finches,
Learning how to live a new way,
Flying or reaching toward the sun,
Gathering food, drinking rain, a new day.